The following podcast is another podcast we did. It's called Episode 2. I love you. I love you.

Dear Chapel Trapp House. Over the past year, I've heard and seen bits and pieces of your doings online and shared into my social media sphere.

I have never listened to your podcast, nor do I ever plan on listening to your podcasts.

But from what I gather, it stinks like a buddy's couch after St. Patty's Day.

When I saw how much a show polls in monthly, I admittedly was impressed, especially

considering how people would pay so much money to list to a handful of fruit show polls in monthly, I admittedly was impressed, especially considering

how people would pay

so much money to list to a handful of

fruits from New York City

who cry and piss the pants

over cops and conservative values.

A bunch of

hairy and gist-covered bearded fairies

whining about the present is apparently the

peak of entertainment for America's most posthified generation.

The millennial daycare.

How dare you, shrippy dopes criticize men of the blue, and you can't even spend a night

without all of you lined up in a great canopy bed with nightcaps, sleeping gowns, and a little

candlestick in your nightstand, because Felix, sleeping gowns, and a little candle stick in a nightstand

because Felix, the ethnic one, bumps around in the dock too much.

How can you truly speak for American values when you all literally shit where you eat in your broom

closets where you call home?

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